This is what I wrote last week before doing a little research: I'm completely indifferent about my middle name. It's rather generic, gender neutral and doesn't have any deep meaning. I guess by the time my parents got to their ninth child (and eighteenth name, counting firsts and middles) they just ran out steam. Ah, well.

Now? I like it! It's utterly ridiculous to be named after a comic strip character and if you know anything about me it's that I love the utterly ridiculous.